I remember so vividly how my dad used to hunt for ducks in the forest near our house. I used to join him in collecting the
fallen ducks. One day, my dad had gone hunting by himself on his birthday.
He never returned home.
I woke up feeling groggy from all the homework I've done last night. I got up and arrange my messy bed (After all my mom said
that messy bed equals a messy life. Whatever that means).Afterwards, I took a shower and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Mom placed my breakfast on the table. The plate only
had a sunnyside up egg on it.
"Well, I haven't gone to the market yet, so bear with it for a
I nodded and ate my breakfast.
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